Astos (hypno bears)

this is a very sexy pic.

Repost if you love hypnosis!

The White House is asking people not to share pictures of the East Wing because it’s even worse today.

I was feeling myself today.

Thank you, Sir.

Looking great!

EVERYBODY GO PLAY THIS AMAZING HYPNO GAME PLS 🌀💖

Comm for @aetherbreeze.bsky.social of a scene in their new text adventure game, which is OUT NOW (below) :DD

And it features this boyo, Iana, one of the hottest hypno cat characters I've ever seen~

Good luck on your escape~ ;3 💜
#hypnosis #furry

Reposting for Bluesky Holy Day #FCF

The Department of Homeland Security has eliminated policies preventing the investigation of individuals or groups solely based on their sexual orientation or gender identity. The DHS Office of Intelligence and Analysis quietly updated its policy manual earlier this month, as first reported by Bloomberg, removing LGBTQ+ identities from the General Requirements section that prohibit surveillance based solely on immutable characteristics.

Buncha those Respectability Gays bout to find out what “Be Gay, Do Crime” really means.

(*whsipers*: It means your existence is illegal, and your respectability politics won’t save you.)

Astos, posing in an airport bathroom with his pants down

An airport softie, for luck 😜

Happy birthday!

“NOTE TO ALL NAZIS FASCISTS AND KLANSMEN” You delight, So it would seem, At making mince- meat of my dream. If you keep on, Before you’re through, I’ll make mince- meat Out of you.

Langston Hughes

Yes... sir...

Reskeet if you're a fellow hypno kinkster. Let's help find one another.

I need to refind / find new hypno peeps so I suppse I'll do this old fad.

Share and like this if youre into hypnosis or its one of your kinks so we can find all the people.

Enjoy, use wisely

"Let's take a good look at you, Boy."
The Satyr puts a finger underneath the waistband of your underwear and pulls, sliding them down to your feet. Your cock bounces free of the restraining fabric.
"Much better," he purrs, and you feel his dick press against the cleft of your ass.
To be continued.

The satyr caresses your ass cheek in a slow, lazy circle, and you feel yourself fading into his touch. He whispers into your ear, encouraging you to let go, to become one with your desire.
His hand moves to the front of your underwear and your cock throbs even harder.
"not yet," he whispers.

But the satyr puts his hand on your ass cheek, gently pressing through the fabric of your briefs, and any thought you had is lost in a wave of desire and pleasure. You moan softly, unable to stop yourself as your last bits of self control fade away.

He pulls your jeans down, exposing your briefs and the straining bulge beneath them. There is already a spreading pool of precum on the front. Somewhere deep inside your mind there is a flash of embarassament and anger at your exposure.

The flute plays a series of notes, pulling your hands to the button of your jeans and snapping them open. You slide down the zipper and open them, and the satyr stops.
Your hands freeze on the fabric of your jeans. He gently pushes them away, bringing them down to your sides.

Finally, He picks up his flute again, and plays a slow, seductive melody. You feel your hands moving on their own, dropping down to your boots and untying the laces. You step out of your socks and shoes and feel fallen leaves and soft dirt beneath your bare feet.

You feel the Satyr's hot breath on the back of your neck as he toys with your chest, making you flex for him, and putting you into pose after pose.
His rough hands feel good on your skin and his deep voice penetrates your foggy mind, making you hornier and hornier. But you can't do anything about it

The Satyr picks up your arm. "Whenever I move you into a position, you will hold it, until I tell you to stop, or until I play the flute again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good Boy," he says, as he pulls your flannel shirt off and tosses it away. "You won't be needing this."

"No..." you moan the word and he smiles. The fingers tighten on your nipple.
"No, Sir," he corrects you. A torrent of pain and pleasure rushes through you.
"No, Sir." you gasp, unable to resist his command.
"Good Boy. But you will find that you are my statue, and I can shape you as I see fit."

The pad of his finger is rough, calloused from lifetimes of outdoor work, and the nail is long and slightly sharp, almost claw-like. But for all that his touch is gentle against your skin as he slides his finger slowly up and down your chest.
"You can't move a muscle, can you? Answer, Boy."

You can smell the musky scent of his sweat mingling with your own as he gets closer. Soon, he's close enough to touch, and you can feel the heat of his body. But you can't bring yourself to move a muscle without the music.
He runs a finger down your slick chest, and his touch is electric.

A Walk in the Woods, Part 2
NSFW!

As you undo the last button and feel your heavy, sweat-soaked flannel shirt open, completely, the satyr stops playing, and you feel your body go relaxed and limp.
"Good boy," he says, as he stalks up to you, his thick cock throbbing.

Astos gets to try on a free shirt that fits just right and they wake up later that day sore and with a new phone number saved.

Not under the Satyr's hungry gaze, with his magic in the air, and the music buzzing in your ears. You know that you are desirable, and that you are desired.
You slip your shirt open, feeling the cooling air on your sweating skin and hard cock throbs in time with the Satyr's song.

To Be Continued